Under the pure white linen,
cozily curled up,
On the soft Persian bed,
my cherished (दुलारी) rests clueless like a pup.
Brunette silky waves,
cascading on darling’s face,
Twined Palms lay concave,
praying with angelic grace.
Petals of eyes veil the happy dreams,
smiling lips reveal brewing scenes.
Refracted light brightens the decorated room,
weaving shadowy threads, in a royal loom.
Soaking-in this tranquillity,
I rock blissfully on the chair,
consciously discounting worries,
and any fruit the day has to bear.